The people of the Eastern Emperor Church at the scene were all so frightened that they retreated like crazy.
The boulder cracked.
The ground exploded.
It's like the end of the world is coming.
It makes people's scalp numb.
In the dust all over the sky, people could only see the huge phantom of the tiger that swallowed up Lin Yang, turned over in the air, and landed on the ground.
boom!
The ground shook violently again.
After a while, the ground gradually stabilized.
The chaotic crowd hurriedly looked towards the phantom of the tiger in the dust.
They could see that the old man was driving the phantom of the tiger and chewing the swallowed Lin Yang crazily.
Click!
Click!
This is the sound made when airflow hits.
The phantom of the tiger looks fierce, but in fact it is just a huge air current.
But under this huge airflow, even steel will be torn to pieces.
"Master, he's dead! He's definitely dead this time!" Zheng Dan trotted over and said with a chuckle.
"Is this the end? I thought this kid could create some miracles." Shao Hai chuckled.
"After all, he was the one who opposed the leader back then. How can ordinary people deal with him? It's incredible that this young man can fight with him until now!" Guishou said calmly.
"It is indeed not easy to force this person into such a situation." Liu Shifeng nodded and said sideways: "Elders, what are we going to do next?"
"Continue to consume it. I don't think that person is using much strength. Let's go up and take action now. It's still early, so let the disciples prepare!" Guishou said and looked towards Su Moyun.
Liu Shifeng, Shao Hai and others also raised their eyes.
According to the rules, now it's Su Moyun's turn to fight in the Palace of War.
Su Moyun was not polite and said calmly: "Wu Ji!"
"exist!"
Wu Ji's face turned pale and he responded in a low voice.
"Warm up!" Su Moyun said.
Everyone took a deep breath.
"Yes...Master."
Wu Ji responded in a low voice, with a flash of pain in his eyes.
"Master! No!"
Fan Feng rushed over immediately.
"Catch him! Take him down!"
Before Su Moyun could speak, Wu Ji immediately ordered two disciples to catch Fan Feng to prevent him from causing trouble again.
"Brother! You can't take action! You are risking death! You are risking death! You can't go! You can't!"
Fan Feng was pulled by two disciples and struggled wildly, but to no avail.
With a bitter smile on his face, Wu Ji walked over, patted Fan Feng on the shoulders, and said with a smile: "Junior brother, you don't have to worry, I will find a way to survive!"
"Senior brother..."
Fan Feng cried.
Many fellow disciples were also moved by this and secretly wiped away tears.
But Wu Ji lowered his voice again and said urgently in a low voice: "You should find a way to get everyone out of here right away!"
Fan Feng suddenly raised his head and looked at him in disbelief.
"Senior brother Lin is right. The master is crazy, the elders are crazy, they don't regard us as human beings at all, but as tools, tools to consume the physical strength of the tomb guard! Let's go! You must think
Find a way!"
Wu Ji looked at Fan Feng firmly, then turned around and walked forward.
Fan Feng stood there in a daze, as if he had lost his soul.
Yes... we have to leave! Otherwise, the people here will be forced by the elders to fight with the tomb guard one by one, and all of them will be wiped out by him.
If this continues, everyone will die!!
Must leave!
Fan Feng's face was pale, and he was thinking painfully about his retreat.
Boom!!
At this time, another loud noise like bursting eardrums was heard.
